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Syncier Harvest - The Come Up Lyrics



Syncier Harvest - The Come Up Lyrics
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I'm living every day on the come up; come on
But they want to bring me down, and chain me down
Dealing with them snaky clowns
That's the type of mess I can't be round
You can come up against me but, it ain't gone work
They be plotting to kill me, but it ain't gone work, (Naw)
Because I been ripping and running these streets; I don't know about you
But this is something that I do
True, they standing still but I got to move
Like Parkinson's disease, Teen; add a Wolf
I drop jewels; Ice me with a lot of Cubes
And I bet it be another N-W Attitude
They don't want to give me a shot, cause like Bishop, I'm gone to shoot
Drop like him too; the new Beetle; who got the Juice
And I am not balding like Kareem, but I'm trying to hoop
Like M-J, twenty-three; Carolina Blue
They acting like I'm green, but I been round the block a time or two
Norfolk, P-town, The Beach, Suffolk, Chesapeake, Hampton, and The News
So if they say that I'm not from the streets, then that's a can of Bull
Me a suburban cat, I can't picture that; camera full
So if you hear that, just know that person retarded, and a fool
And if not, they legless haters; they can't stand the dude
Because I got better things to do than try to scandal you
I rather keep it real and speak my mind just like a man should do
I had a pocket full of Cheetos, I kind of gave it all up for Frito
Trying to be a Goodfella; looking out for people
And come to find out on the d-low, he was a Robert for Dineros
He acted like a donkey; Wee-Man and Steevo
But I ain't even trip, Cee-Lo
And I ain't get them back, but I heard by the end of the week though
Three shots made him use nine eleven like Reno
I found out it was his sis Rita, the Lil Diva
We use to hang out like arms through a beater
We met when I saved her from her ex that use to beat her
She was hotter than a fever; even wanted me to beat her
When I was on lean like the Pisa and I didn't
So she had me set up; Trios
I left the pretty ghetto Mona Lisa
Cut it short like a Caesar
Seems like she always chucking up the deuces when I see her, go
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I'm living every day on the come up; come on
But they want to bring me down, and chain me down
Dealing with them snaky clowns
That's the type of mess I can't be round
You can come up against me but, it ain't gone work
They be plotting to kill me, but it ain't gone work, (Naw)
Because I been ripping and running these streets; I don't know about you
But this is something that I do
True, they standing still but I got to move
Like Parkinson's disease, Teen; add a Wolf
I drop jewels; Ice me with a lot of Cubes
And I bet it be another N-W Attitude
They don't want to give me a shot, cause like Bishop, I'm gone to shoot
Drop like him too; the new Beetle; who got the Juice
And I am not balding like Kareem, but I'm trying to hoop
Like M-J, twenty-three; Carolina Blue
They acting like I'm green, but I been round the block a time or two
Norfolk, P-town, The Beach, Suffolk, Chesapeake, Hampton, and The News
So if they say that I'm not from the streets, then that's a can of Bull
Me a suburban cat, I can't picture that; camera full
So if you hear that, just know that person retarded, and a fool
And if not, they legless haters; they can't stand the dude
Because I got better things to do than try to scandal you
I rather keep it real and speak my mind just like a man should do
I had a pocket full of Cheetos, I kind of gave it all up for Frito
Trying to be a Goodfella; looking out for people
And come to find out on the d-low, he was a Robert for Dineros
He acted like a donkey; Wee-Man and Steevo
But I ain't even trip, Cee-Lo
And I ain't get them back, but I heard by the end of the week though
Three shots made him use nine eleven like Reno
I found out it was his sis Rita, the Lil Diva
We use to hang out like arms through a beater
We met when I saved her from her ex that use to beat her
She was hotter than a fever; even wanted me to beat her
When I was on lean like the Pisa and I didn't
So she had me set up; Trios
I left the pretty ghetto Mona Lisa
Cut it short like a Caesar
Seems like she always chucking up the deuces when I see her, go
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Writer: Aaron Alston
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Syncier Harvest - The Come Up Video
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Performed By: Syncier Harvest
Language: English
Length: 3:22
Written by: Aaron Alston

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